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1amintoronto · 2 years
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thatssodream · 2 years
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bizzlessupras · 3 years
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lonestararchive · 2 years
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vixens edit inspired by @ethnicbrat 💝
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Video Vixen Names
Lashontae
Jeannette
Melyssa
Liris
Buffie
Aundre'a
Gloria
LisaRaye
Tae
Dominique
Vida
Bai
Solána
Suzy
Bernice
Lola
Leila
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Lanisha
Jayde
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Angelica
Kat
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lxvetrina615 · 4 years
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sweet mama hips.
I remember being a horny, hormone-ridden teen in high school. My virgin eyes would study girls’ round hips and swollen fat asses. The way a girl’s derriere would sit in Apple Bottom jeans and jiggle down the hall as they walked to class would mesmerize the fuck outta me. There would always be a guy holding up the wall watching that ass swish by and my eyes would study his every move, taking note of the attention given to the young don. The catcalls, the stares, the nonchalant attitude thrown back at the boys that wish they could fit their manhood in her sweet nectar... felt like a movie scene and I yearned to play a role.   
As a 16-something, the more my body changed, so did my perception of the world as I stood within it. My upbringing was reminiscent of Joe Jackson’s stern discipline and with my father being a pastor, there was very little I could experience as a child. My parents made sure I had no idle time and kept me busy between church activities, sports, and band. With my swift movement amongst my social circles, it was easy for me to feel invisible, so I quickly found a way to become visible. I was never taught the lessons of what it meant to be a woman, or what it meant to have self-worth, self-respect. Where my village dropped the ball, social media and the world around me became my teacher and allowed its lessons to become thwarted towards my insecurities. Best believe I learned how to use what God blessed me with to be seen, to feel validated. As a girl with a big heart, but bigger insecurities, I placed my value in the places of my body that had not even been explored all for the sake of yearning for attention. I no longer felt like I had to live vicariously through Melyssa Ford, Lauren London, or Superhead. But that feeling of being on cloud nine was short-lived when I realized that this desire of wanting to be seen, accepted, celebrated was empty and fleeting, like a bottomless pit that never gets filled. There was a time where I craved it and the hunger made me mad, delirious. Feeling the eyes linger on my backside or the energy of a man undressing me with his eyes. Like a crack addict, I feened for a man’s touch, to feel something, taste a guy’s manhood in my mouth, yet I settled for the distant lovers. My high only lasted so long and I crashed, landing face first. It was one of my biggest life lessons, one that I’m still learning to this day. 
A woman’s body is a powerhouse. We can carry the world on our backs and do it without breaking a sweat. Our hips were created to bear the weight of a home, a career, sweaty, passionate love-making and birthing new beings into this dimension. Our mind, bodies and spirits are made for so much more than turning heads or helping a man bust a nut (or two). Melanated hips are a conduit of life, a resting place for our man to lay his heavy head, a landing strip for our toddler as it explores the new world. We are receptors and natural givers of life. 
So while the culture taught me about glorification and objectification of women through songs like Nelly’s Tip Drill or Mystical’s Shake Ya Ass, voices like Nikki Giovanni, Queen Latifah, Eve and MC Lyte also taught me about feminine empowerment and how to use our womanhood to make a difference. I’m thankful for new powerhouses that have broken new glass ceilings, like Rapsody with new songs such as Tyra or Cleo. And I’m thankful for the women that came before me and beared their own weight, surrendered to God’s plan and played their role the best way they knew how. As I continue my journey, I no longer place my value at the center of my being. I am learning to walk in confidence and place my value in my mind, my heart, and the work of my hands. I’m choosing to walk in a new way, all the while still turning heads with my sweet mama hips. 
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illmaticbaddie · 2 years
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aym-studio · 5 years
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AYM // Melyssa Lauren looks insane in our cowl neck ‘Frances’ Mini Dress // www.aym-studio.com 
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